She opened my pack but everything inside was soaking wet. She did find the camping gas cooker and started it until the fire could be built. Sarah didn...��t know what to do about my clothing. She asked Maureen for ideas. They couldn’t use their dry clothing because none of it would fit me. My sleeping bag was a dripping mess. They stripped me naked, dried me as best they could and tried to put me in Sarah’s sleeping bag. I thrashed about too much. Sarah had an idea. She used old tights to keep her. She held out the new panties a teasingly said, "Would you like to put these on me?"That will be a switch, you putting panties on me instead of taking them off, she thought and chuckled to herself.He knelt and held them for her to step into then slid them up her legs making sure to take full advantage of the opportunity to slide his hands over her legs and massage her butt cheeks. He made sure the panties were positioned just right encircling her clit with the heart before he pressed down. He knew that they were well covered for normal circumstances. However, who they were dealing with, trying to keep out, was anything but normal. ‘It will be as it should, the path is set now, the future…comes.’ Ian’s cryptic response made Nigel turn and face his old friend. Ian was looking at him, a small smile on his lips. ‘Thank you Nigel for always being there, for fighting the good fight. I could not have asked for a better friend than you have been down through our long years. Your job. They both had wavy brown hair. Linda’s had a little more sheen to it and she was a couple of inches taller. Wendy was a little fuller and heavier, but she still was a fine figure of a woman.I eased out and started toward them as they came to meet me. Wendy stopped and looked at me. “So, Stanley, you’re my cousin I take it? I’ve heard some wonderful things about you. My mother sings so many praises of you if I didn’t know better I’d think you were her lover.”“I would be if Aunt Mildred would.